subok sa piktyur

sinusubukan ko lang kung lalabas nga 'tong piktyur ko.

4th night of forlorn

The night ceased to age
This forty past ten, as
I waited for your call.
The moon shone past my door
And the evening wind
Spared my nape comforting touches.
The unusual phenomena
Were just beginning.
Clouds were held in tight embrace
By the scattered light of moon,
And the crickets, silent, as to
Accompany me in my tireless murmurs
Of your thoughts as
I still waited for your call.
My back ached and
Sought refuge in the willing comfort
Of our gray walls.
The pen struggled for a bit
Of life
Papers outlived patience
In their wasted crumples.
The night shouted fifteen past eleven
And
Finally
a
call
hello?
The night never came to life
After all.


la lang.ü lang magawa.tagal ko na tong sinulat, lang magawa ng minsang malamig ang gabi.hehe.